I cannot tell you. There are no words to escape my lips to share
with you what I mean. Only symbols; meaningless, only worth the few cents
of ink on the cheap paper, remain to tell my tale.

Do you understand true loneliness? The wavering lifeless motion that
inundates the pure system untainted. The powerful yearning of something
more, so utterly excruciating, that you are paralyzed, petrified, frozen,
like a block of quarry stone. That stone becomes your skin, it seeps into
your pores, and becomes your very feeble frame. The eyes alter with your
heart, and transform to the darkest onyx those indispensable organs. The
tears, cried shamelessly, hopelessly, endlessly are now ice, tundra ice,
and compliment your stone body AND soul. Those tears wept for themselves
and their temporary existence only to cause you pain, to which you are
numb. You are immune to the stabbing and piercing of your heart, which is
now unbreakable. You hate everything, for nothing escapes your wrath. The
world means nothing to you. You are apathetic and abhor so much even those
dearest to you, your primary enemy. You are the supreme form of
selfishness. The ones you love, the sharpest arrows aim for, fire, bull's-
eye, hit their target so accurately it bleeds every drop of lifeblood into
a mesh of writhing, suffering and death. Instead of becoming a slave and
prisoner to this metamorphosis, you become the master, the jailer, Medusa
in her entirety. Therefore, this is the revelation of the death of the
soul. It is NOTHING.

This pain and rage could be prompted by words. Language has a spell,
a power all its own. We can love someone or hate them, and how would we
express it if there were no words? No language, written or spoken? What
would become of our minds when we cannot express ourselves verbally?
Negative or positive whichever road you think of, words truly have power.
Now, if you were given a chance to decide on a weapon to fight against
whatever foe you chose, what weapon would it be? A knife, or a gun? Which
would a fool chose? (You might be thinking the gun as a wise choice.) The
gun wins the prize for speed and accuracy, and you do not even have to be
that close to that foe to inflict fatal damage with so little effort. You
can defend yourself easily. However, a knife is different. The knife can
do more damage then the circumference of a bullet. The blade can take its
form in a sword or a household tool. Your foe could be sliced to death
with much force or as little force as you want. The knife has also history
to it. The history is that our ancestors used the knife because there were
no guns. (Apparently) The ancient peoples cannot be too foolish to use
knives for thousands of years can they? What is the truth? Words can do
the same damage. A declaration of war can lead to millions of deaths. The
Declaration of Independence introduced a successful experiment in
democracy, which changed everything. The Bible was written and spoken with
words and look how it has changed the entire course of the world. Language
cannot remain idle when the power is oozing from it since its invention.

In today's world however, the weapons are different. Chemical and
nuclear are the weapons of choice today. This has led to the almost
certain death of peace. When peace is shattered there is nothing left but
chaos? In this chaos, there is very little hope in the world. What
glimmer is left can be crushed easily, almost as much as a city in the
grasp of an ugly bloodthirsty dictator. War? We should not go there.
There is too much suffering in the world to add on another pile of stuff to
go through. We were attacked, but we cannot find revenge in attacking.
When be become the aggressor, aggression takes over and controls a person
or nation until they are weak in the knees. Because of the fear of war,
the economy is going downhill for example. Nevertheless, this is personal,
an opinion, but what is the truth? Is there even a truth? These questions
we must combat and contemplate. I do a lot of thinking, sometimes too
much, other days not enough. However, the weapon that I would choose to
fight with would be the pen, because more things can be done with it then
lets say, a couple thousand stealth jets. Words can make or break a
person, words can destroy the entire mentality of humans, words can make a
person hollow, and a subtle death occurs. Let me have a word or two with
him. His word means nothing to us we are told, but our government; can we
really trust them? Could we place our future in the hands of someone who
might just throw it away? We are the next generation, and we will inherit
these problems. And I think only we can solve them.

Theory I can show you, wisdom I can teach you, but the truth I cannot tell
you.

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